While out walking Mr. Beaker, I was greeted with a "Merry Fucking Christmas, stupid bitch." From Santa Claus. New York's a lovely city, isn't it? Queens is just so full of friendly people.
You know sugar, one of us is goin' to need to run down to the store. Harvard tripped me up and I dropped the carton of eggs on the kitchen floor. No eggs...no chocolate birthday cake.
I'll go if a gaggle of little girls scare you. Never mind that it's snowin' and I'm pregnant and tired and have about fifty million things I gotta get done this afternoon includin' makin' dinner and bakin' a cake for someone...
Of course I'll not force you out in temperatures like these, lover. I'll go. I was just wondering if there was anything else I should pick up in addition to the eggs.
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Is it just the eggs?
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